Han Lang was slightly startled. He then walked into the dark alley.
There was a blind man standing in the alley. He was wearing a black robe similar to a cultivator's. His head was bald, and his eyes were white due to his blindness. He was very old, and his back was hunched.
"Do you know who I am?" Han Lang asked curiously.
The blind old man said, "My eyes are blind, but my nose and ears are not. I can smell the foreign scent on you from a kilometer away."
The blind old man waved his hand and signaled Han Lang to follow him.
After passing through the dark alley, Han Lang was brought into a place that looked like a small church. It had a high dome, and the steps were covered in green moss. There were statues on both sides of the door.
It was a burly man with a bow on his back. He did not look like a god, but a hunter.
"The Divine King, the first warrior to enter the Honeycomb World to hunt. He is a great hunter respected by all the Soul Hunters. This temple was set up for him. Unfortunately, the Soul Hunters no longer believe in the Divine King. They only want the treasures left behind by the Divine King." The blind old man sighed and explained to Han Lang.
Walking into the dim temple, Han Lang was brought to the blind old man's office. There were only two chairs, a table, and a row of bookshelves in the room.
The blind old man took out a thick animal skin scroll from the bookshelf and opened it.
"How long have you been in the Honeycomb World?" the blind old man asked.
"A week ago," Han Lang said.
"Have you seen a Soul Beast?" the blind old man asked again.
"No."
"Do you know why you haven't seen one before?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'm lucky."
The blind old man smiled strangely and said, "No, it's because you didn't enter the hunting ground. In this Honeycomb World, there is a Wall of Sighs. The Divine King once sighed deeply at this wall and then died. That's how the Wall of Sighs got its name."
"All the Soul Beasts enter the Honeycomb World through the Wall of Sighs. Therefore, the area near the Wall of Sighs is the hunting ground of the Soul Hunters. There are no Soul Beasts in other directions."
"Now, things have become complicated. The new generation Soul King Li Xiang has sealed the node leading to the universe and organized an expeditionary force to pass through the Wall of Sighs to the other side. Legend has it that the Divine King left behind a treasure there."
"But according to the legends left behind by the Temple of Gods, the reason why the God King left behind the Wall of Sighs wasn't because the God King hid them there, but because there were demons behind the wall. The God King couldn't take the treasures away."
"That's why the Divine King faced the wall and let out a long sigh, unable to rest in peace even in death."
"The situation now is very dangerous. King Li used his own unique method to seal all the nodes, which is equivalent to cutting off the Soul Hunter City's escape route. Once they lure out the demons behind the Sighing Wall, the Soul Hunters can only wait for death."
"Right now, only the Wind King can stop the Li King. He is a noble warrior. I hope you can pass my words to the Wind King. If he doesn't believe me, pass this scroll to him as well."
Han Lang frowned slightly and said, "Since it's such an important matter, why don't you tell him personally?"
The blind old man shook his head and sighed. "The Wind King doesn't trust me. He calls me a fraud. Moreover, if the Li King finds out that I've been in contact with the Wind King in private, he will punish me. It's fine if he kills me, but I still have two young grandchildren."
"But why should I trust you and pass your words?" Han Lang asked.
The blind old man slowly got up and left the room. "The scroll is here. You can decide for yourself."
Han Lang was startled again. He opened the scroll and read it in one breath.
.....
A few hours later.
The little robot, Yuan Yuan, put down the scroll and said to Han Lang, "Master, I've used the carbon 14 method to confirm that this scroll was indeed written a long time ago. The words and patterns have not been changed. There is no doubt that this scroll was left a long time ago."
Han Lang nodded. Without saying a word, he put Yuan Yuan and the scroll away.
When Han Lang left the Divine Hall, he did not see the blind old man. The Honeycomb World was always shrouded in darkness. Han Lang returned to the inn with a heavy heart in the shadows.
Pushing open the door, he saw that Feng Wanzhou and the fat innkeeper had already laid out a table of food and wine. They were inviting Jian Jia and Luo Ying to eat. The two ladies had been following Feng Wanzhou's instructions and had changed their appearances. However, their natural beauty was not something that could be easily suppressed. The two of them still looked very alluring.
"You've come at the right time. Have a taste of our Soul Hunter City's most famous stew." Feng Wanzhou smiled and said, "Although it can't be compared to those strange delicacies of yours, this is the food of my hometown after all."
The so-called stew was actually just a pot of hodgepodge. The taste was neither good nor bad. The Honeycomb did not produce any food. It relied entirely on vacuum-packed meat and vegetables from the outside. Coupled with the fact that most of the people living here were boorish men, it resulted in such a simple eating habit.
Han Lang told Feng Wanzhou about the Divine Hall and the mysterious bald old man at the dining table. He also passed the old man's warning and the scroll to him.
"I won't read it." Feng Wanzhou pushed the scroll away and said to Han Lang, "This old faker is always acting mysterious. Who doesn't know that the so-called Godking is actually the same as us? We hunt soul beasts for a living. It's just that he came to the Honeycomb earlier than us. How did he become a god?
"As for him saying that there's a ghost in the wall of sighs, I don't believe it either!"
Seeing how determined Feng Wanzhou was, Han Lang put away the scroll.
Perhaps Feng Wanzhou felt that he had spoken too harshly just now, so he said to Han Lang, "If Li Xiang invites me to join the expeditionary army, I won't let go of this opportunity. As for you guys, I've already discussed it with Worm. He'll bring you to the nearest node and see if you can pass through it. If you can't, you'll have to come back."
Worm nodded slightly at Han Lang. Han Lang was startled. Feng Wanzhou had actually made arrangements for him long ago. This arrangement made Han Lang feel slightly touched.
In the blink of an eye, it was the next day. A middle-aged man came to the inn and invited Feng Wanzhou to the main hall for a chat. His attitude was rather polite.
It was at this moment that Worm, the plump owner of the inn, found Han Lang and whispered, "Let's go now."
Han Lang looked downstairs through the window and asked curiously, "Who's that?"
Worm replied, "He's Li Xiang, the Wind King's disciple. It's a pity that the Wind King treats him even better than his own son. In the end, he was still schemed against by Li Xiang. Let's leave from the back door while they're talking."
Han Lang nodded. Since he wasn't a soul hunter, it wasn't his place to meddle in the internal affairs of these soul beast hunters. He called Jianjia and Ying Luo over and opened the inn's back door.
"Worm, where are you going?"
Han Lang was startled. He saw a guy with small eyes and a few armored warriors blocking the back door of the inn. As soon as he saw Worm and Han Lang, he asked with an ambiguous tone. He was Cen Deng, the steward of Li Xiang's family.
"I'll send these guests off," Worm said with a smile.
Cen Deng said, "Leaving the front door and going through the back door? Is there something shameful going on? King Li has already ordered that no one is allowed to leave Soul Hunter City while the expeditionary army is preparing for war. This is a matter of great importance. Even you can't go against it. "
"Also, these few guests look extraordinary. King Li wants to meet them."
Han Lang frowned. He didn't want to get into a conflict with Li Xiang's men here, because it might implicate Feng Wanzhou. Thus, he followed Cen Deng to the hall.
Feng Wanzhou was in the middle of a hypocritical conversation with Li Xiang. When he saw Han Lang and Worm enter, he was slightly startled, but continued to maintain his composure.
Li Xiang stood up and walked to Han Lang's side. He patted Han Lang's shoulder and said in surprise, "Master, this little brother is truly a talented man! I felt a sense of familiarity the moment I saw him. Judging from the fluctuations of origin energy on his body, he should already be a War God. "
"Amazing. To have such combat strength at such a young age, it's truly an eye-opener."
"Master, I think the wall of this expedition is sighing. Let this little brother go with us. With one more person, we'll have more strength."
Han Lang frowned slightly. This Li Xiang was clearly not normal. Why was he inviting him to join the expeditionary army as soon as they met? According to Han Lang's knowledge, the expeditionary army was going to open the Divine King's treasure. Wasn't it inappropriate for an outsider like him to join the team?
Han Lang actually wanted to see what kind of soul beast horde looked like. He wanted to know what kind of existence the treasure left behind by the legendary hunter who founded the Beehive was. It was just that he didn't want to delay Feng Wanzhou's matter, so he didn't say anything. Deep down, Han Lang was still the same curious Han Lang.
Now that Li Xiang had actually invited him to join the expedition, Han Lang was really eager to give it a try.
On the other side, Li Xiang squinted his eyes and sized Han Lang up.
Han Lang didn't know that the black egg had already been discovered. Li Xiang didn't want Han Lang, but the black egg on Han Lang's body. He would only have a chance if Han Lang went with him.
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